Two days passed without incident and without any word from Brother Isaac about the elders possibly agreeing to have an audience with Elaina.
With her leg still hurting she was unable to train the way she had wanted to, and she refused to attempt meditating.
Instead she stayed locked in her room watching the storm raging outside. It had rained for three days straight and didn’t seem like it was ever going to stop.
The lush green grass outside turned to nothing more than puddles of standing water. The sky above still held an angry black glow as the walls of the temple shook with every clash of thunder.
One of the brothers had been bringing Elaina her meals since she had refused to leave her room not wanting to see anyone, afraid that word had already gotten around the temple about her being attacked a second time.